Friday, 27 December 2013

“He might have been watching you for a while. As I said, we don’t know how he chooses his victims. Perhaps he watches people for days or weeks,
planning his moment.”

Cody shook his head. “I dunno that
he did that with me. I hadn’t been on
the scene for weeks.” He met Colin’s eyes and looked away quickly.

“Yeah, but even if he didn’t track you, you’re the
only one who knows what he looks like.
If he finds you, he’ll be driven by fear. It’s a pity they couldn’t get you a police
guard.”

“I couldn’t have one at work, could I? Then they’d know … everything.”

“Yeah. True ‘nuff. I looked up the number you gave me. But, the thing is, I’m not allowed to tell
you who it is.”

“Let us tell you what we discovered first.”

Colin nodded.

“Cody remembered that the Kombi was rusted and old,
that it was kitted out for camping and that it had St Joseph’s or St Michael’s
something painted on the side. So we
looked up all the inner city St Joseph’s and St Michael’s.”

“Why inner city?”

“The suburban communities would be richer. Here is where poor people are concentrated,
right. So this seemed a good place to
start, at least,” Luigi said.

“We found four and we went to look at them. The one a few blocks away is the closest and
most likely,” Cody added

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

“Well, let’s tell you what we found out,” said Luigi firmly. “Cody, tell him about how you saw the killer.”

“Lou and I were having brekker on Smith Street at a pavement café when I
saw him. He was walking along the
pavement.”

“How sure are you that it was him?”

“I …. Pretty sure. I got to know
his face pretty well.” Cody stopped and
swallowed. “Yeah. But … when he was … you know … he looked
different. So I’m not 100% sure. The guy
on Brunswick Street looked so …. normal.
Ordinary. But when …. then … he
looked mental. There was ... Jesus!
His eyes were … fucking terrifying.”

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Colin was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a leather jacket. To Luigi’s untutored eye, he didn’t look at
all like a policeman. In fact he looked
cute. And sexy. He’s a
married man and he’s straight. Behave
yourself!

“Come in, Colin! Would you like
some tea or coffee? ”

“Nah. Thanks. I’d like to get back to Macedon as soon as I
can.”

“Thank you for coming to see us.
We really appreciate it.”

“Were the ‘tecs really that bad?”

Luigi’s face hardened as he remembered their complete lack of concern and
the barely hidden sneers as they conducted the interview. “They obviously thought that Cody and I were
a bunch of homos who got ourselves into trouble and why should they bother, really.”

Cody nodded. “Yes. They made me feel that I was dirty. Worthless.
It wasn’t so much what they said as how they said it. They reeked of it.”

“Not your fault!” Luigi assured him.
“You were wonderful.” He smiled
warmly at Colin and was amused to see him colour a little. “Anyway, Cody and I have done a little
research. Not that we’ve learned much.”

“You were careful, I hope.” Colin
looked stern.

“Yeah. ‘Course we were. Cody wore a cap and aviator glasses and a
worn leather jacket we bought on Smith Street.
And the killer hasn’t seen me.”

“You don’t know that.”

Luigi was taken aback. “Well ... but … weren’t they all random pickups?”

“How do we know that? There could
have been some connection. Say, perhaps,
that they all worked out at a gym.”

“Jeez. I never thought of that.”

“I’m not saying there is that sort of connection, but there may be. You should be careful. He’s killed before. 5 guys? 6? We don’t know. ”

They did. But secretly both liked
the smells: sex, lube, sweat, men; pheromones of all kinds.

They walked through to the shower naked.
In the shower, they soaped each other up, and felt each other up,
too. Luigi reached round to lather up
Cody bum crack and felt the plug, still embedded in him.

“Feels good, does it?”

“Yeah. But I’d better take it
out. It’ll distract me. Every time I sit down I’ll feel it in
me. And it’ll remind me of ….”

“Amazing, isn’t it? We’ve only
just come and already they’re up for more.”

“Not to mention that this is the second time today.”

They rinsed off and went through to the bedroom.

Luigi put the clean plug back in the packet, and put the packet in the
drawer next to his bed. Gay-friendly as
Colin was, he might be fazed by a plug, let alone a packet full of them with
the monster black one emperor of them all, its head clearly visible.

For a moment, Luigi thought about ‘power of the dark side’ and smiled. They would have to watch the rest of the DVD
later.

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

“That was very intense.” Cody’s
head was snuggled into Luigi’s shoulder.

Luigi wondered for a moment that he had become the strong one in their
relationship. Him. An effeminate queen. Cody
was Mr Macho. Mr Muscles. Mr Straight-Acting. By rights it should have been his head snug on Cody’s shoulder, him protected by Cody. Not the other way round. But Dio!
he would protect him. They would find the killer and deal with
him. A thousand years of Calabrian
peasant ancestors showed in his tight mouth and hard eyes.

“What?” asked Cody, startled.

“What what?”

“You tensed up.”

“I was thinking …” his phone rang.
“…hang on a tick.”

It was Colin, the
policeman from Mt Macedon.

Luigi felt
absurdly, shy, as if the other man could see down the phone line and see them
both lying on the sofa in the aftermath of sex, covered with sweat and cum and
lube, arm-in-arm, sated with love-making.

“Oh, hi!”

“I’m on my way into
the city.”

Ridiculously,
Luigi felt that he didn’t want him now.
“Oh, good!” he said with fake enthusiasm.

Monday, 9 December 2013

“Your turn”, said Cody, reaching for Luigi’s hand and tugging him up off
the floor.

He moved his head towards Luigi’s cock.

“No,” said Luigi. “I want a good
schoolboy wire pull.” He grinned at
Cody. “Use that lube. It’s pretty good.”

So Cody squirted some lube on his hand and, his eyes never leaving
Luigi’s face, he cupped Luigi’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it, slowly
and carefully. Luigi was right. Having Cody
pull his wire, his hand slick and supple with lube, was special. He could have gazed at Cody’s flushed sweaty
face for ever, but then Cody leaned in to kiss him, still stroking and
caressing his cock. Cody had always been
a good kisser—Luigi tried not to think of how much practice he’d had—and all
Luigi could feel was the warm urgent mouth and its mobile tongue and the hot
slippery hand which squeezed his penis.
His pleasure built and built but still he hadn’t climaxed. Then Cody reached up with his other hand and
twisted Luigi’s nipple. Luigi felt his
prostate ache so intensely it was almost painful, and his jism jetted all over
Cody’s face.

Sunday, 8 December 2013

He pulled down Cody’s jeans to his ankles. He started to suck Cody’s cock through his
undies, nibbling and biting gently. Cody arched his back, pressing his hands
into the sofa. Luigi pulled down the
other man’s trunks and took his cock into his mouth. It smelled of Cody, of stale piss and dried apricots,
of precum and sex and pleasure.

Luigi sat back onto his haunches, and took the smallest butt plug in the
‘starter kit’ out of its holder. He
lubed it up thoroughly with the new superlube.

“All right, as soon as this hurts, give us a hoy and we’ll stop.”

He pressed the tip of the plug against Cody’s ring, their eyes
locked. He pushed the plug just a
centimetre into the other man’s body. He
felt Cody tense up, his ring and his body, but left the plug where it was and
took Cody’s cock into his mouth. He
tongued the other man’s cock and began to move his head up and down, his hand
still holding the plug. He took the plug
out and added more lube and with one hand slipped it again into Cody’s arse,
his mouth still warm and keen on Cody’s cock.
The plug went deeper this time, but still not past the bulge. Keeping his head moving up and down, Luigi
began a rhythmic thrust with the plug, in time with his head movements, pushing
it in a fraction deeper with each thrust.
Cody groaned incoherently. Luigi
felt no tightening, just Cody’s need to climax.
Cody was close. Now! he thought.

“I’m cumming,” gasped Cody, “Oh God, it’s so good, don’t stop.”

As Cody orgasmed, Luigi pushed the plug deep into him, till its base was
pressed against Cody’s body. His mouth
filled with Cody’s jizz. Remembering
that they hadn’t heard the results of Cody’s HIV test yet, he spat the stuff
out and wiped his mouth on Cody’s trunks.

To take away the awkwardness of the moment, he said, “You’re going
through undies at a great rate of knots, mate.”

Cody didn’t answer. His face was
flushed, his eyes bright with happiness.

I've been thinking about what Keith looks like. Luigi is very, very beautiful. You can see a pic of him here. Cody has shoulder-length curly hair. Like this, perhaps. Jason is a jock, manly and handsome. Here's a pic of him. And I've decided Keith looks like Colby Keller. Far from pretty, but sexy and big and very very attractive and likable. And Colby Keller seems to be a likable, unpretentious, ordinary sort of bloke. Just ... very desirable. You can read his blog here.

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Luigi reached over and snaffled the shopping bag with the sex toys and
put it on the sofa. He opened the packet
of the ‘starter kit’. He leaned in and
kissed Cody again. He sat back and
smiled.

Cody leaned forward and kissed him deeply. “I do love you, Lou. I do,” he murmured

“I know,” whispered Luigi. He lifted Cody’s T-shirt off his torso, and
left a trail of charged kisses down his neck.
He took a nipple into his mouth and bit gently. Cody groaned. “Oh, God, Lou, that’s …. Don’t
stop.”

Luigi moved his hands up to the other nipple and tweaked it. “Never!” he breathed.

Cody unzipped his jeans.

Luigi reached inside the zip and squeezed his package. “Hmm, is that a canoe, or are you glad to
see me?”

“A canoe,” gasped Cody.

“Funny place to keep it.”

They started laughing. “It was too
big for the hallway,” Cody choked out.

Luigi gave a shout of laughter.

“So is this,” he exclaimed, brandishing the large black monster dildo.

“I still don’t believe anybody could get that up himself,” said Cody eyeing
it warily.

“You can try on me, one of these days,” promised Luigi. “Meanwhile, enough of this feeble repartee ….
Time for fun.”

Friday, 6 December 2013

“I dropped him when I got married.
It …. It seemed the right thing to do.
And he was a friend, Lou, and …
more than a fuckbuddy. He liked me. It was like you and Keith and Jason. Not the great romance of the century. But love.
Comradeship. Something more than
just a casual fuck.”

Luigi kissed him again.

“But … well … before we got married and after, Phil and I had lots of sex
and it was sensational. But then, after
the kids, we didn’t have much sex. We
more or less stopped. And then I found
myself looking at handsome strangers and thinking. Remembering.
And … one day I picked up someone.
And then I started, once a month, once every two months, when … I’m not
excusing myself. I should have kept my
marriage vows. It wasn’t her fault. I should have been faithful to her.”

“Go on.”

“And then I met you. And I fell in
love.” He leant his head against Luigi’s
shoulder. “I won’t ever regret that. Whatever else happened.”

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Cody thought for a bit. “I didn’t
even know I was bi,” he said. “Gay. Whatever.
I had girlfriends. I never had
sex with a man. I used to get crushes on
guys at school. I thought everybody did
that. Felt that. That it was just an intense friendship. And then at uni, there was this bloke, Camden. We were friends. I dunno about best friends, but close. I was
over at his place and we were stoned and drunk.
Not drunk. Tipsy. Just the two of us. And then he said to me, ‘have you ever been
with a bloke?’ and I said ‘no’ but it was exciting. I popped an instant rexie. And then he said, ‘do you wanna?’ and I said
yes.”

“What happened?” Luigi was
absurdly jealous of this man who had been Cody’s lover. He had to struggle not to let his jealousy
show.

“We fucked whenever we could.
Well, I dunno. We just used to
pull each other’s wires. And kiss. That was the best bit. It didn’t seem gay, you know. I know that sounds stupid, but, ‘gay’ to us
was oral sex. Or anal.”

“And the kissing?”

“Yeah.” Cody grinned, a little
sadly. “That should have alerted
me. It was so … good.”

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Luigi paused the DVD. He shifted
sideways on the sofa to look directly at Cody. “When I first met Richard, my lover—my husband,
really—he wanted me to fuck him because he couldn’t get it up. He was quite elderly. And he offered to pay. Which means that I was once a whore, Lou. He wanted me to be a regular, and in the end
we became a couple. I don’t think I was
ever ‘in love’ with him. But I did love
him. A lot, as it happens. He was my friend, my lover, someone who was
consistently kind and generous with me.
He never asked if I was tricking with other men. And in the end I stopped. In the beginning I did. I felt I needed the sex, the excitement of
the chase. You know how it goes. Will
he, won’t he? Is he, isn’t he? Someone
new. Someone exciting. But, in the end with Richard, yeah, the sex
wasn’t stunning. But we were happy. It was so nice to be loved for myself, and it
was …. beaut … to love him back. After
he died, I went cruising again, and the sex was hot but it wasn’t enough. There was a missing ingredient. And that was mattering to someone. Having
someone to cuddle. I matter to Jace and Keith. And I matter to you. And I need that.”

Monday, 2 December 2013

“Luke Skywalker? You think? I prefer Han Solo. I don’t know.
I can’t tell. Anyway he’s married
with kids.”

“Yeah well. That is
Hollywood. And California. Anything’s possible. Anything’s possible here, too, actually.
Key, when he was on the streets, used to have sex with lots of married
blokes. He says that some of them were
very kind and gentle with him, that what they wanted was more to be loved than
just a fuck. It’s kind of hard isn’t
it? We need both, don’t we, love and
sex? I mean, we’ve both been out there
cruising—whoring—and … well, what were we looking for? Just sex?
Or love? Both? Or something in between? I know I told myself it was sex, but in my
heart, it was love. Or somebody to
cuddle, anyway.”

Cody thought about it. “Mmm,” he
said. “At the time, I just thought of it as sex. It was … well … sex with men was … hot. I loved Phillippa—I still love her—but I just
needed to … no, that’s not true … I could have … anyway, the thing is that I realised
with you that it was something more … that I needed to be loved. It’s a mess. I’m a mess, Lou.”